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Chapter 1-Surprising Visitor
Lanore always loved PotC. She especially loved the handsome Captain Jack Sparrow. She bought all the merchandice and her locker was decorated completely with the attractive captain. Her ultimate dream was to sail away with Jack and live happily ever after.(Forgive me for being cheesy) Well, let's just say her dream came true...but not how she quite expected it.
Lanore awoke one morning, or should I say, afternoon after being up all night watching Pirates of the Caribbean for the 46th time. She yawned and stretched, but when she did so, her hand hit something. It didn't feel like her alarm clock, unless her mom bought her a new one. Nah, this felt different. Grunting, she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. That's when it hit her: "Where the heck am I?!" She looked around. It dawned on her that she did know where she was, on some sort of boat. No, not a boat...a ship! "This has gotta be a dream...Maybe I hit my head or somethin' last night." She got up out of bed, and screamed.
"Holy Lord! Who am I? What the heck...Aahh!!" She looked at her hands. Not hers. Her legs, not hers. She runs to a mirror. "Oh..my..GOD!!!!!" The image staring back at Lanore was not hers. Whose was it? She didn't feel different, besides the fact that she warped from New York to God knows where on a boat and from 14 to an adult. "I wonder If I have my drivers license..." She stopped. "I have to find out where I am." She lingered a moment longer at the mirror. She had to be around 25. She examined herself. "I'm...gorgeous!" This was a big change for Lanore. At school, people made fun of her for being a little pudgy. But no, this woman in the mirror was very thin. "I guess my diet must've worked..." Just then the door swung opened.
"Oh!" Lanore cried, startled. A man stood in the doorway. He was wearing a red bandana under a tri-pointed hat. His hair was a mess of braids, dreadlocks, and beads. His beard was divided into two thin braids. She knew who he was-Captain Jack Sparrow. "'Ello, luv. 'Ow did you get here?" Lanore didn't know what to say? How did she get here? "Well, actually, I woke up here...I guess." The man smiled. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. 'Ow 'bout you? What be your name, lass?" "I'm...my name is Lanore. Nice to meet you Captain Jack." She made sure she stressed the Captain. Jack entered the room and took a seat on the bed. "Did ye wake up in me bed on purpose, luv?" He added with a perverted-sort-of smile. "Of course not!" She snapped. "Am I on the Black Pearl?" Jack answered hesitantly, wondering how she knew of the Pearl. "No, luv. This is a small ship called the Talon." Lanore stared to make sure he was not lying. Nope, he was honest. "Oh. Okay. May I go see the ship?" She asked. Jack gave her that same naughty smile. "Now why would ye want 'ta be leavin' ol' Jack? I'll give ya sum reasons ta stay." "Eew, perv!" She said, but secretly, she wanted to know some of those reasons. She'd only dreamed of things like this.
"There's no reason ta be yellin' at me. I can't help that you're gorgeous," Jack answered. She was going to say thanks, but she stopped herself. She didn't want Jack thinking she was a wh. He got up and walked over to her. He whispered to her, "Ye aint one of those prostitutes, are ye?" Lanore looked shocked. "Heck no!" She shouted. "Who do you think you are, calling me that! God!" She couldn't believe he thought she was a prostitute. I go to Catholic school, she thought. Jerk. But she liked him, loved him, even though he didn't know her from a hole in the wall. As if reading her mind, he kissed her. "Whoa," she thought. "I never thought my first kiss would be from a pirate!" As they pulled away, Jack said, "I like ya, Lanore. Ya got sum' spunk to ya'." She smiled. "I've got spunk," she thought. But her thoughts were interrupted by another kiss, deeper than the other. "Whatever, let him have me," she thought. "What do I have to lose?"
Chapter 1-Surprising Visitor
Lanore always loved PotC. She especially loved the handsome Captain Jack Sparrow. She bought all the merchandice and her locker was decorated completely with the attractive captain. Her ultimate dream was to sail away with Jack and live happily ever after.(Forgive me for being cheesy) Well, let's just say her dream came true...but not how she quite expected it.
Lanore awoke one morning, or should I say, afternoon after being up all night watching Pirates of the Caribbean for the 46th time. She yawned and stretched, but when she did so, her hand hit something. It didn't feel like her alarm clock, unless her mom bought her a new one. Nah, this felt different. Grunting, she sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. That's when it hit her: "Where the heck am I?!" She looked around. It dawned on her that she did know where she was, on some sort of boat. No, not a boat...a ship! "This has gotta be a dream...Maybe I hit my head or somethin' last night." She got up out of bed, and screamed.
"Holy Lord! Who am I? What the heck...Aahh!!" She looked at her hands. Not hers. Her legs, not hers. She runs to a mirror. "Oh..my..GOD!!!!!" The image staring back at Lanore was not hers. Whose was it? She didn't feel different, besides the fact that she warped from New York to God knows where on a boat and from 14 to an adult. "I wonder If I have my drivers license..." She stopped. "I have to find out where I am." She lingered a moment longer at the mirror. She had to be around 25. She examined herself. "I'm...gorgeous!" This was a big change for Lanore. At school, people made fun of her for being a little pudgy. But no, this woman in the mirror was very thin. "I guess my diet must've worked..." Just then the door swung opened.
"Oh!" Lanore cried, startled. A man stood in the doorway. He was wearing a red bandana under a tri-pointed hat. His hair was a mess of braids, dreadlocks, and beads. His beard was divided into two thin braids. She knew who he was-Captain Jack Sparrow. "'Ello, luv. 'Ow did you get here?" Lanore didn't know what to say? How did she get here? "Well, actually, I woke up here...I guess." The man smiled. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. 'Ow 'bout you? What be your name, lass?" "I'm...my name is Lanore. Nice to meet you Captain Jack." She made sure she stressed the Captain. Jack entered the room and took a seat on the bed. "Did ye wake up in me bed on purpose, luv?" He added with a perverted-sort-of smile. "Of course not!" She snapped. "Am I on the Black Pearl?" Jack answered hesitantly, wondering how she knew of the Pearl. "No, luv. This is a small ship called the Talon." Lanore stared to make sure he was not lying. Nope, he was honest. "Oh. Okay. May I go see the ship?" She asked. Jack gave her that same naughty smile. "Now why would ye want 'ta be leavin' ol' Jack? I'll give ya sum reasons ta stay." "Eew, perv!" She said, but secretly, she wanted to know some of those reasons. She'd only dreamed of things like this.
"There's no reason ta be yellin' at me. I can't help that you're gorgeous," Jack answered. She was going to say thanks, but she stopped herself. She didn't want Jack thinking she was a wh. He got up and walked over to her. He whispered to her, "Ye aint one of those prostitutes, are ye?" Lanore looked shocked. "Heck no!" She shouted. "Who do you think you are, calling me that! God!" She couldn't believe he thought she was a prostitute. I go to Catholic school, she thought. Jerk. But she liked him, loved him, even though he didn't know her from a hole in the wall. As if reading her mind, he kissed her. "Whoa," she thought. "I never thought my first kiss would be from a pirate!" As they pulled away, Jack said, "I like ya, Lanore. Ya got sum' spunk to ya'." She smiled. "I've got spunk," she thought. But her thoughts were interrupted by another kiss, deeper than the other. "Whatever, let him have me," she thought. "What do I have to lose?"